"Brother..."

Who?

Who's calling me?

"Brother..."

Who on earth is it?

Brother?

Do I have a sister?

"Brother..."

Finally, I opened my eyes.

Ethan felt surrounded by dense moisture, as if he were completely submerged in water.

But, surprisingly, he didn't feel any difficulty breathing.

"Brother..."

That nameless voice called again.

This time, Ethan heard it more clearly.

It wasn't an illusion; someone was truly calling out to him.

The voice was gentle, a woman's voice, delicate and soft, like water, invoking an involuntary sense of care and fondness.

Ethan couldn't help but walk toward the direction of the voice.

This appeared to be a world entirely made of water, nothing visible besides the deep blue of the water.

As Ethan delved deeper, the voice seemed less urgent.

The tone was full of joy and relief.

Not knowing how long he had walked, Ethan felt as if he had entered a cavern.

This cavern was deep and long, making Ethan feel he could forget the passage of time and space changes.

At last, the scenery in front of him changed.

It was no longer purely blue.

Ethan saw stone carvings like those of a palace, colonnades.

With his sense of aesthetics, he couldn't even tell from which period this architectural style belonged.

But it was undoubtedly very ancient.

The style of the architecture was primitive and rough, yet full of a sacred aura.

This was likely not a simple palace but rather akin to a kind of temple.

Following the wave-pattern steps upwards, Ethan finally reached his destination.

This was an area resembling an altar platform.

There were no statues here, but at the very center of the platform, there was a huge stone-encircled pool.

Inside the pool, a woman was submerged, with only her head and part of her body exposed.

The woman had purely sea-blue hair, and her face was like a sculpture crafted from stone and jade.

Though she hung her head low, preventing a full view, her stunning beauty was evident.

She seemed to hear Ethan's footsteps and slowly raised her head, revealing an exceedingly sweet smile and said, "Brother, you finally came."

"You... who exactly are you?"

At this moment, Ethan saw her full appearance clearly.

She wasn't flawless.

Her eyes were a shade of gray-white, like stone.

Furthermore, her neck was covered in extremely ugly spots.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed like scales and flesh were rotting together.

"I am Aphraela, Brother, are you going to abandon me too?"

The woman let out a distressed whimper.

The sound was heartbreaking to hear.

Ethan couldn't help but step forward and said, "No, I just... don't remember. Aphraela, then who am I?"

"Brother, of course, you're my brother!"

"Alright... Aphraela, what do you need me to do?"

"Save me, Brother."

As she spoke, Aphraela became excited, as if she wanted to rise directly from the water. But as she moved, it was as if something was binding her, making her unable to move.

It was as if there were shackles in the water.

"Brother, save me! Quickly, save me! They're coming!"

"Who? Who's coming?"

"There's no time, Brother, you must go!"

A massive force pushed Ethan away.

The last thing he saw was the woman named Aphraela shedding sea-blue tears.

Despite the sea-blue color, Ethan thought of them as tears of blood.

"Brother, remember me..."

Ethan woke up.

So it was a dream.

But what did this dream mean?

Ethan glanced at the sky through the porthole; it was foggy and almost dawn.

He was about to get up when he noticed something in his palm.

Upon opening it, it was surprisingly a drop of sky-blue tear.

So, was that dream more than just a dream?

What could this tear represent?

Ethan felt the tear, about to test its hardness.

The next moment, a great tidal force surged toward him.

The roaring tide was just like when he wore the seven-colored crown of the King of the Beihai.

However, there was no overwhelming influx of information that made his head feel like it would explode.

But there was indeed a sound of the tide engulfing him.

It seemed like a real tide or myriad echoes of human voices.

They were grand and majestic, as if they could swallow Ethan in an instant and force him to kneel completely.

Fortunately, Ethan possessed the 'True God's Name.'

Back then, even the seven-colored crown couldn't crush him; this tear was even less likely to.

It was immediately swallowed by the 'True God's Name,' which then developed another new branch.

This branch paralleled the one from the King of the Beihai's crown, carrying the same azure aura.

The difference was that one was rigid, and the other was soft.

The tip of this new branch was a sky-blue teardrop, which also became nourishment for the 'True God's Name.'

It's just that it's unclear whether it's due to the lack of raw materials, or some other reason, but this time, the 'True God's Name' didn't unravel what this tear represented.

A little later, Anya came knocking to announce that breakfast was ready.

While Ethan and the others were having breakfast, the ship arrived at Saint Kuanti.

Saint Kuanti was absolutely safe.

Because of the previous incident, even now with Wenster restarting the construction of Saint Kuanti, few dared to come.

Plus, with the New Year just past, many were not in the mood to work.

So this city of ruins was currently Ethan's private domain.

In fact, it was close to that.

He had initially agreed to invest in Saint Kuanti partly for prestige, but also because he wanted to make this city his core base.

After all, it lay at the northernmost tip of the Kingdom, surrounded by harsh environments with few human traces, determined by geography to have a certain secretive exclusivity.

Moreover, a Saint-level powerhouse who was completely obedient to him still lay dormant in this city, even if it was just a trace of a soul, it was enough to suppress a Level Five True Name bearer.

In terms of security, it was unparalleled.

Transportation-wise, it was quite suitable.

Even though it was located in the far north, it possessed a non-freezing port, which was why Ethan could use it as the conclusion of his plan this time.

Looking forward, if Ethan could successfully make a comeback, this non-freezing port would become an excellent tool for smuggling.

Imagine, a secret non-freezing port that belonged solely to him.

That's something many could only dream of acquiring.

After breakfast, Ethan stood on the deck of the ship, watching the non-freezing port grow closer. On the shore, the most loyal subordinates of the Bolita Clan stood facing the wind, their black coats billowing like a group of armored guards.

Ethan knew that his era would eventually come.

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